11x05 - Influenzas

[bunniefuu]

Your pal came into some
money the other day...

Perhaps we ought to start
regulating your screen time,

- young lady.
- Homework.

- Focus on your studies.
- Kidding.

- Dating app.
- Whiles you're on the clocks?

I work all day to make a buck.

Won't work all night
to find a f*ck.

Any luck?

- f*ck boy.
- Mm-hm.

- f*ck boy.
- Can confirm.

- f*ck boy.
- You are correct.

I don't gots too much
times for that terms.

f*ck boy? Why not?

Well, when you add S's
to the ends of things

as I's tends to, that terms
will lands youse jails times.

f*ck boy is the term men deserve
for running with "tr*mp stamp."

I have plenty of times
for lowers backs tattoos.

Lots of dudes do.

Alexanders.

A bladder infection
means "urine" trouble.

- Yes!
- What's the frequency, Kenneth?

- Just won 10 bucks.
- Oh!

Straights to Boardwalks with
you theres, Uncles Pennies Bags.

Don't spend it all in one place.

- Hey there, high roller.
- You sound like you're envious.

You sound like
you're a f*ck boy.

- 10 whole bucks, eh?
- Yes, 10 whole bucks.

That is my exact hourly wage.

Well, better than a kick
in the pants, Alexander.

You're telling me.
Welcome to easy street!

- Okay.
- The land of milk and honey.

- I... I get it.
- Choo-choo!

- All aboard the gravy train!
- Just leave it.

The lap of luxury,
the primrose path.

- A place in the sun.
- Go ahead, Alexander!

Have a good laugh about
it, but I just made as much

sitting on my butt as you do
in an hour scrubbing toilets.

- You think I'm joking?
- Uh...

No, I wasn't trying
to be a d*ck about it,

I just thought you
were making fun of me.

You've already let it change
you, the almighty dollar.

Look at old Dary now, eh?
He's a fat cat, a tycoon.

I didn't mean it, Alexander.

So, what now, Sir Rupert
Warren Chadwick, huh?

High tea at Chateau Frontenac

with the New
England Montgomerys?

- I said I didn't mean it.
- Well, what's next,

Dr. Ronan Rhys
Rothschild, huh?

Croquet on the palace lawn

with Lady Charlotte
Imogen Alderidge?

This is just going on too far.

Let me pull up your car for
you, Baron Phineas Hawthorne.

Have you selected the
Bentley or the Rolls

for this afternoon's social?

- Ooo-kay.
- Look who it is.

As I live and breathe...

it's the Duke of
Dickbagshire, huh?

Will the Duchess be joining
you this evening, huh,

or is she still summering
in the Cotswolds

with the Cuntington
Beach Vanderbilts?

How do you like that now?

Give my regards to Lady
Scarlett Stella Rosencrantz,

you high-falutin' duck fart.

Well, f*ck'...

money changes everything.

♪

You know what I
always kinda wanted?

- A koalas?
- A Mustang?

- Bangs.
- Docs.

- Doc Martens?
- No, Doc Hollidays.

Well they ain't
giving those away.

Money doesn't grow on trees.

PETE: Hellooo?

Knock-knock.

[Grumbling]

Wayne.

Katy.

Ugh.

Squirrelly Dan.

Just Daniels, there, Peter.

Darnell.

I've come to apologize.
Make a truce.

Isn't he an "end of the laneway,
don't come up the property?"

What the f*ck's happened to you?

I think it all started when
meth ripped through town in '05.

Yeah, we lost a lot
of good people there.

- Lost a lot of good teeths.
- Like, you're out sending

naked pictures of your
sweetie around town.

"Sweetie" is ambitious.

You're hanging out with dudes
like Tibadoo, who abandon dogs.

Yeah, you gotta tell Tibadoo
not to give dogs human names.

And now you're out buying drugs
from that new Jewish skid.

And that's just in the
last few calendars weeks.

Are you still honking
and hollering at girls?

Old habits die hard.

Well, so what do you think, JP?

Is this rock bottom?

- Not if you bottoms for rock.
- GROUP: Hey-oh.

Well, there was a period
there where I was hanging out

with the Ginger and Boots so...

[Groaning]

You guys remember that
talk about the third guy

- holding down the ostrich?
- Allegedlys.

You used to be, like,
a pretty good guy.

- He was a real good guy.
- He was a great guys.

But now, like...
you're a degen.

I fell in with the wrong crowd.

You're going pretty easy on
a pair of ostrich f*ck

with "wrong crowds",
there, buds.

Well, I'm done with them.
I'm turning over a new leaf.

Youse are my friends and...

when a friend asks for
help, you help them.

You looking for work?

- Dary?
- I got too many hands as it is.

- Dan?
- We're pinching pennies

- with winters comings up.
- Wayne?

Well, if something
comes along...

I'll phone you up.

Thank you.

What a degen.

You know what, he's like a dog
with his head out the window

of a moving car in all this.

Like, it's a lot of fun
but it's pretty dangerous

and the only way to stop
him is to roll up the window

on his f*cking head.

Who are these nut sacks?

How are you now?

Oh, I see one. Listen, hi!

- Hello.
- Yeah, listen, don't mind us.

I just love... you
know, all this.

- 'Kay.
- So listen,

if we are bugging you
at all, just let me know

and we'll scoot, 'okurr'?
- Okay.

Alright, newlyweds to be,

let's hold hands,
'cause we're in love,

and let's just forget what was
said at the previous location.

Okay, so when I say
go, I want you to start

slowly running down the road,

okay, but you're looking
back at me, all right?

You're running into your future.

Okay, go!

Good.

Oh, that's cute.

[Chuckling] I'm
really alone now.

That's nice. Yeah.
Really great...

Hey, hey, listen, yeah,

what's in the
building back there?

- All sorts of stuff.
- Like, dusty stuff

- and rusty stuff?
- Can confirm.

Okay, listen, I really
don't want to bug you,

but can I sh**t back there?

- Ooh, I don't think so.
- Okay, for 50 bucks?

[Quietly] Doc o'clock, boys.

Yeah, let me show you.

Gracias.

Oh, what is this
hotbed of bohemia?

We call it the m*rder barn.

Can I call it the m*rder barn?

- Listen...
- Okay.

It's utopia, yet
somehow dystopian.

Fruitopian dystopia.

- Hmm.
- Fallopian Europa.

- Do you know any sister wives?
- I...

Listen, dusty stuff, rusty
stuff, cobwebby corners...

Is that a pile of sawdust
with engine oil sprayed in it?

- No, I think that's blood.
- You just...

you can't get this kind
of stuff in the city.

Okay, firstly, listen.
Thank you. And I just...

it's just, this whole thing is
so antiquated and old-timey,

and secondly, I want to sh**t
some other clients in here.

- Mmm, I don't think so.
- Another 50 bucks?

Doc o'clock.

- Congratulations, Mary-Anne.
- To you as well, Lucy-Anne.

Say, Betty-Anne's
still playing ball, eh?

- She'll be back.
- Well, congratulations,

- Mary-Anne.
- To you as well, Lucy-Anne.

We hold the keys to the
regional triple A squad.

- Call me Lindsey Ruff.
- Call me Mike Nocock.

No one I'd rather
share the wheel with.

- Except maybe Betty-Anne.
- Maybe Betty-Anne.

Well, driving is a
serious business.

- Life is a highway.
- Seat belts fastened?

- No.
- Check our blind spots?

- Never.
- Use the lane

- of least resistance?
- We use the luxury lane.

- Start your engines, Mary-Anne.
- Pedal to the rug, Lucy-Anne.

WOMAN: Hey.

Sami Jo Small?

That's two-time Olympic
gold medalist Sami Jo Small.

WOMAN: And one silver.

Tessa Bonhomme?

That's Olympic hockey gold
medalist Tessa Bonhomme.

No silver.

- You guys the coaches?
- We're the coaches.

- What have you won?
- Back-to-back-to-back ships.

- As players?
- Back-to-back-to-back, baby.

As coaches?

We're kind of rookies.

- You're schmelts?
- First-time coaching girls.

- Schmelts.
- These are my cousints.

Rafaella, Donatella.

These are my cousints.
Leonarda, Michaelangela.

I want my cousints to be
the next two-time Olympic

- hockey gold medalists.
- And one silver.

I want my cousints to be
the next Olympic hockey

gold medalists. No silver.

Until we're confident you guys
can get the girls Olympic ready,

we're going to help.

MARY-ANNE/LUCY-ANNE: You're
going to coach with us?

No, no, no, no. We've
hired someone who has won.

- To teach you two how to win.
- Shannon Szabados?

- Natalie Spooner?
- No.

Sure, they've won
internationally,

but we wanted somebody
that's won locally.

Someone who's won... locally?

No...

[Coach clearing throat]

- Names.
- Donatella, Rafaella.

- Names.
- Leonarda, Michaelangela.

Cowabunga.

Get dressed.

I am buying.


for a sugar mama?

- Thank you, Katy.
- Round of Puppers?

- Beggars can't be choosers.
- I'll take another one

of them c*ck-sucking gin
and tonics, Bonnaroo.

What has inspired

this humanitarian
effort there Katy-Kat?

A photographer came
up the laneway today

wanting to take photos in
the barn for a 50 note.

I said, "Any day of the
week." I'm trying to get Docs.

Don't you think Docs
kinda make you that guy?

Well, yeah, if
they're, like, purple.

What's so good about your
barn, that's what I always say.

Well, and I quote, "Dusty
stuff, rusty stuff,

"and cobwebby corners."

Sounds like every barn
I ever seen in my life.

- That's all I know.
- What kind of a nut sack

offers a 50 note for
dusty stuff, rusty stuff,

- and cobwebby corners?
- This nut sack.

"Flutter Me Shutters
Lenzation Sensations."

You guys will have to excuse me.
I've never seen that guy before.

And I wonder if he
likes sex with girls.

- Baby...
- Yeah.

We've got dusty stuff, rusty
stuff, and cobwebby corners.

A lot of the dusty stuff has
rusty stuff right on it, baby.

Mmm-mm. Let's poach
this son of a b*tch.

Ah, Christ, Bonderosa!
Add another ounce to this

and it still wouldn't
be a gentleman's pour.

Take it, take it and go.

Okay, listen! Arms
around each other!

That's right, you're in love.

Now, bride to be, bend
your left knee behind you

so your foot's in the air.

Yeah, perfect!

Now give each other little
peck kisses over and over.

Okay. [Laughing]

Now listen, bride to be,

take a little nap on
his shoulder there.

No, take a little
nap on his back.

Okay, just think like
you're Goldilocks

and his shoulder is the
bed that fits just right.

You're like an action
figure and a little dolly.

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Hi.

Oh. Why?

You found a better
place to sh**t?

Yo, guess what?

- Chicken butt.
- Docs o'clocks?

The McMurray's poached
my f*cking business.

Eh, pars for the course.

That photographer was
supposed to come back

with another couple and another
fifty bucks to sh**t in the barn

but McMurray stole her.

- Did he really?
- Excuse me!

I don't want to bug you, but
can we sh**t with your puppies?

All right, but they
smell like piss.

[whistle blaring]

I can't imagine how you guys
feel having a man mentor you

on coaching women's hockey.

- We could just tell you.
- I can't imagine it feels good.

- It doesn't.
- That's why I'm glad it was me,

you know, and not
somebody you don't like.

- Or respect?
- Or respect.

- You got lucky.
- We feel blessed.

You guys know girls as
well as I do, right?

Like, if you don't keep them
focused, their minds just..

Pfft! Off! You know, it's like,
Backstreet Boys and pony tails

- and Tamagotchis.
- Hooo-boy.

I'm gonna let you in on a
little secret, you know,

to just keep them on their toes.

BOTH: Kick a garbage can?

No. With girls?

No, you can only launch
projectiles with men.

Why?

Because women are
the fairer sex.

Hooo-boy.

And because women are the
fairer sex, you have to...

- Wrap this up?
- Oh, hey, okay.

Lucy-Anne, looks like
Mary-Anne here doesn't care

about impressing two time
Olympic hockey gold medalist

Sami Jo Small.

TESSA: And one silver!

Or Olympic hockey gold
medalist Tessa Bonhomme.

- TESSA: No silver!
- Tessa, Sami!

Wait... Hear him out.

- [Chuckling]
- Go.

- Bench 'em.
- Bench 'em?

- Bench 'em.
- Bench 'em?

Put 'em on the bench.

It's the first
game of the season.

That's when you gotta do it.

You gotta get them early.

You know, you gotta
let them know.

First little lady that
doesn't pick up her check

on the way back?
Benched. You know?

First little diva that doesn't
want to go hard to the net?

Benched. And you better
believe the first little lady

who doesn't get pucks deep...

- WOMEN: Bench 'em?
- Benched.

So if we're not happy
with a player's effort...

Park it.

If we don't like a
player's attitude...

- Have a seat.
- What if it's a bit of attitude

- after a bad bounce?
- Sit down.

And this applies
to the whole team?

Why do you think they
make the bench so big?

- What if it's the goalie?
- Call a time-out,

bench 'er for it.

You're sure this won't
just piss 'em off?

It's hockey. You
want 'em pissed off!

- BOTH: Fine.
- Lovely.

Now, seeing as you two
are job shadowing me...

- You're mentoring us.
- I would like a small coffee,

three cream, six sugar.

And some fries with gravy.

And guys? Gravy on the side.

And a diet cola!

I hope what they say about
aspartame k*lling you is true.

[Whistle blaring]

Listen, the McMurrays,

they may have better
dusty stuff, rusty stuff,

and cobwebby corners,

but they don't have
puppies, okurr?

MCMURRAY: I always knew Katy
was a tricky little dickens.

It's unethical, that's
what I always say.

I never pegged
her as a Docs gal,

but youse stole
her business first.

Oh, just 'cause we go
and jump off a bridge,

doesn't mean that's what
she's gotta do, does it?

Two wrongs don't make a right,
that's what I always say.

- Mmm-hm.
- Who are they, Gailer?

- Never seen 'em before.
- Influenzas.

- Huh?
- Influenzas!

- What?
- Influenzas!

They go place to place
taking photos of themselves.

Chk, chk! Post 'em
on the internet.

Influencers?

- Thought I heard influenzas.
- Same thing really.

They're all looking
for the m*rder barn.

What's that?

They wanna go take pictures of
themselves with the dusty stuff,

rusty stuff, cobwebby
corners and puppies.

So, I hear youse guys
like dusty stuff,

rusty stuff, and
cobwebby corners.

And as you can see, my
wife, Mrs. McMurray and I

have ample rusty
stuff, dusty stuff

and even cobwebby corners!

- Where's that fifty note?
- Where are the puppies?

- Cassie, right?
- I'm Cassie.

- I'm Tassie.
- You sure?

We ain't got no puppies.

We got goats.

- Dycks?
- Brethren!

T'what do we owe the pleasure?

Do you want to know what?

Dary was just saying how
much he wanted summer sausage

and that got me thinking about
how much I love summer sausage,

so basically, we just come
by to see if we could buy

some summer sausage off youse.

I empathize with your cravings.
I gobbled sausage at lunch.

Now, mine wife. Too much of one
thing is ne'er a good thing.

You had a banger in your
mouth at breakfast as well.

I can't help it, Noah.

Be forewarned, come supper time,

I'll be begging you to pork me.

Summer sausage and
pepperettes are in the cooler

by the produce stand.

Keep them away from
the children though.

They do love their
father's sausage.

I trust you'll leave payment
in the Mason jar as usual?

Hmm? Honour system.

Can confirm.

While ye's are in the cooler,

help thy selves to
a taffy cone once.

What the f*ck are youse doing?

A photographer from out
Stratford offered us $50

to simply do chores
in the background

while she has a photoshoot
with some newlyweds to be once.

You must consummate
the marriage!

Mine wife and I discussed
it, and we thought, well,

we'll be working anyway,
might as well make the money

that we can use to remedy
our children's hearing,

which, frankly, has
gotten quite poor.

[Quietly] Generation after
generation of inbreeding.

- Huh?
- Poo-er?

Photographers from out
Stratford way keep coming,

one after the other.

I'm hoping it will relent soon.

But for now, best to get
a handle on these hoes.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Listen.

I'm just gonna scooch in
real close and I want you

to blow the bubbles
directly into the camera.

Okurr!

Oh, mine husband.

It's been far too long
since you blew in my face.

f*ck's sake.

[Sighing]

I can't compete with Mennonites.

I've got dusty, I've got
rusty, I've got puppies.

I even got f*cking goats.

I was told influenzas
think that McMurray's goats

are a bit too squirrelly.

What the hell is
wrong with that?

That's why I'm advertising goats

that were less squirrelly
than McMurray's.

How's that for you?

Influenzas say they're
not squirrelly enough.

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

What? f*ck off.

You know what, you
do that, McMurray.

- Guess what?
- GUYS: What?

McMurray says d*ck-skin's
throwing his hat in the ring.

He says that he's advertising
goats with temperaments

somewhere in the middle
of mine and McMurray's.

Is he really?

He's calling it Honey
Bunches Of Goats.

- What did McMurray call his?
- Show Goatin'.

And then what did
you call yours?

m*rder barn, so,
m*rder She Goat.

Right on.

d*ck-skin is playing for keeps.

Yeah, McMurray says he's
done fooling around.

He's pulling out all the stops
in order to corner the market.

Is he really.

What youse gonna do, Miss Katys?

Compete.

- How?
- I just have to figure out

what influenzas love and
start advertising that!

- f*ck! I'm gonna need some help.
- You wanna know what?

- Maybe you give Jivin' a call.
- Really?

He used to be a pretty good guy.

- He was a real good guy.
- He was a great guy.

And you wanna know what,

everybody deserves
a second chance.

When a friend asks for
help, you help 'em.

[crunching]

["Everybody Sexareeno"
by Los Sexareenos plays]

♪

♪ Ah, here we go now ♪

♪ We got something
new all for you ♪

♪ Now shake, your
legs will break ♪

♪ Roll around in the mud,
there'll be no blood ♪

♪ So get off your a*s,
and give me that sass ♪

♪

♪ And it goes like this ♪

♪ One [one] ♪

♪ Two [two] ♪

♪ Three [three] ♪

♪ Four [four] ♪

♪ Stop, everybody Sexareeno! ♪

♪ [Everybody Sexareeno] ♪

♪ Everybody Sexareeno! ♪

♪ [Everybody Sexareeno] ♪

♪ Everybody Sexareeno! ♪

♪ [Everybody Sexareeno] ♪

♪ Everybody Sexareeno! ♪

♪ [Everybody Sexareeno] ♪

♪ And it goes like this ♪

♪ One [one] ♪

♪ Two [two] ♪

♪ Three [three] ♪

♪ Four [four] ♪

♪ Stop! ♪

All right, listen, now kick
your legs when you jump.

Yeah. Okay.

Again. Now more kicking.

Great, now kick them
differently this time.

Oh, yeah, that's fun.
Kinda out in front.

All right, now give
me a series of kicks.

Just all different...

Yeah, all different
kinds of kicks.

Listen, hey, you're
grimacing. All right.

So let's just lighten
up the mood a bit.

Stay loose. Okay.

All right, here's
what we are gonna do.

This is fun, okay?

I want you to act like you
just burst out laughing.

Hah! Okurr?

But actually don't laugh, right?

Just hold your face like you
are about to burst out laughing.

Okay?

- [Cell phone ringing]
- Oh, sorry.

Ooh. Hold on.

Flutter Me Shutters
Lenzation Sensations.

Formerly Flutter Me
Shutters Lensation Studios.

Formerly By Dove With
Love Portraiteria.

Listen, are you serious?

Listen, thank you for the tip.

Okurr! Okurr. [Chuckling]

Okay. Come on, let's go.
Let's get in the car!

We're gonna head to
Donegal right now.

Letterkenny's old news.

[Engine starting]

All right, the Ninja Turtlettes
are your star players,

right, so you target them first.

You know, set an example
for the rest of the players.

I don't think we wanna
rattle our studs.

Do you want the world's
most fearsome fighting team?

- Yeah.
- Then you bench 'em.

All right? Let me show you.

- Donatellis.
- It's Donatella.

What did you have for
your pre-game meal?

- Let me guess, pizza?
- Spaghetti and meat ba*ls.

- Perfect, Donna-T.
- Whole grain spaghetti?

- No.
- Oh, look!

You just filled your tummy
with empty carbs, you dummy.

Have a seat. You're
benched. Next up!

- Rafaellis.
- It's Rafaella.

Did you have your pre-game nap?

- 29 minutes after lunch.
- 'Attagirl, Raf.

Badda girl, Raf! Your
body puts on weight

when you take in more
calories than you burn off.

By having a nap right after
your meal, you robbed your body

of the chance to burn
calories, causing fat.

What was your hero in a
half shell name again?

- It's Rafa...
- Benched!

- Leonidas.
- It's Leonarda.

What have you got, pink
tape on your stick?

- What's wrong with pink?
- Hey, Lucy-Anne,

do they use a pink
puck in women's hockey?

Or do they use a black puck
like in real people hockey?

It's like real people hockey.

Yeah, a black puck on pink tape
shows the goalie everything

before your shot.

So you use black tape to
make it harder for her to see

where the puck is
coming off your stick.

Hey, Lucy-Anne, I got one
more question for you.

Hey who plays M in the Daniel
Craig James Bond movies?

Helen Mirren?

Dame Judy Bench!

[Sighing] Michaelangela?

Where is my Michaelangela?

♪ Michael,
Micka-licka-angela ♪

♪ Micha-licka angels
in the outfield ♪

Meet Benedict Cumber-Bench!

SAMI: Micka-lickle-angels
in the outfield?

So good. So, so good.

Too good. Joke's over.

- BOTH: What joke?
- Yeah.

I was unaware there was a joke?

You actually thought we'd hire
this schmuck to mentor you two

when you got two-time Olympic
gold medalist Sami Jo Small

standing right here?

And one silver.

I mean, he's only won one ship.
Haven't you ladies gone...

BOTH:
Back-to-back-to-back, baby.

SAMI: Like, come on.

We have Olympic hockey gold
medalist Tessa Bonhomme

- right here.
- No silver.

Thanks for playing along.
We really appreciate you.

- Was I playing along?
- Just little hazing is all.

- It's all good, you know?
- Yeah, thanks for coming out.

Uh, what was your name again?

- Congratulations, Mary-Anne.
- To you as well, Lucy-Anne.

We hold the keys to the
regional triple A squad.

Call me Lindsey Ruff.

Call me Mike No...
[Quietly] ...c*ck.

No one I'd rather
share the wheel with.

- Except maybe Betty-Anne.
- Yeah, maybe Betty-Anne.

- Driving's a serious business.
- Life is a highway.

- Seatbelts fastened?
- No.

- Check our blind spots?
- Never.

Use the lane of
least resistance?

We use the luxury lane.

Then start your
engines, Mary-Anne!

Pedal to the rug, Lucy-Anne!

What am I supposed to do?

- Bench!
- Bench!

♪

I'm buying.

Aww, what's Donegal have
that we don't have, anyway?

- A craft brewery.
- No...

- They got a gin distillery too.
- No...

Yeah, and that's not all.

They've got a bison
farm, a "general store",

and the kicker...

Mexican Mennonites.

- Those even exist?
- Can confirm.

- Exotic.
- Well, I won't miss them.

All they ever drank
was chamomile tea

and we give that away, so...

All they ever talked about was
gummy vitamins and dry shampoo.

All while taking
videos of themselves.

Yeah I guess you gotta be kinda
self-absorbed for that racket.

- Eh?
- Yeah.

Like, who drives around
from place to place

taking photos of themselves?

Pull your finger
out of your a*s.

I said put your
finger up my a*s.

- Get a real job.
- Bugger, though.

I came up just short
on a new pair of Docs.

So you really wanna be that guy?

They ain't giving those away.

Money don't grow on
trees. Not anymore.

Well, maybe one day.

Cheers to being done
with those donkeys.

- Hear, hear.
- Noah Dyck?

Gail, hello unto ye.

You know, I've never been one
to frequent your establishment.

- Not even once.
- What brings you by, Noah?

I came to alert ye all

that the makers of
a pornographic film

knocked on my door this day and
asked if myself and mine wife

would perform field chores in
the background of their film,

while in the foreground,
two actors fornicated.

I, of course, said
"No way, Jose."

So consider yourselves warned.

There are some
unsavoury characters

lurking about the community.

But I banished them.
And their film! So...

You're welcome. Once.

Hey, Dyck!

What kinda car are they driving!

KATY: What's his name?!

MRS. MCMURRAY: What's
the address of the email?

["Fraud in the '80s" by
Mates of State playing]

re

Re a

re ali

re alive

re alive

re alive ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ You could surely
try to be more alive ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪